When move my heart from door to door
I learnt the poor on the wall
I did reluctantly gave my mind
With the people of the time
The poor sure rules the laboured course
And a sudden rest on the floor
If through love,a soul can heal
The poor sure holds the skill
The earth was made to give a smile
And the poor has laboured fine
Like skylight to rule their course
Endurance is of the poor
A desperate earth is not on course
Endurance is of the poor
Who knows the cheap could die today
And doubts the rich man's grace
The world was moved to smile on sight
The poor can find the light
And pity men who couldn't endure
Endurance is of the poor
Like gifted rain for the common world
The eyes of the poor explores
For nature smiles to the visionary man
Whose poor source lights the run.

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The poor endures life and they know it better.